Old - Henry Priestman

Old - Henry Priestman
I don't feel like time
Is slipping through my hands
The glass is never empty
In my master plan
I still think it's alright
Crying one too many tears
I'm worried about the future
And my advancing years
I don't give a damn
'Cause I am what I am
But the man upstairs is painting with
A different brush today
Where there used to be all black now
There are little flecks of grey
And while I'm trying to make
Some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when
I first thought he was old
I don't want to work
My fingers to the bone
Me I'd rather drink wine
With you back at home
I don't want to think about
What car the neighbours bought
I'm happy just to sit here
Laughing on the porch
And I don't really care
What they got over there
I tried to run a mile today
I maybe should have walked
My head had the ambition
But my body was all talk
And while I'm trying to make some
Sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when
I first thought he was old
Emm hm hm hm hm
Emm hm hm hm hm
Emm hm hm hm hm
Hey
You hate what I wear
But I'm too old to care
I tried to waltz you round the room
Like some lovesick fool
But the kids said please don't shame us dad
You're dancing's so uncool
And while I'm trying to make some
Sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when
I first thought he was old
Yes I'm the same age that my father was
When I first thought he was old